it's just a damned penny

A glint of a damned penny caught my eye
I reached for
the damned penny laying on the ground

maybe someone left the damned penny for my thoughts

so I stared at it

watching it lie there and stare back at me

It came upon on me

that if someone had paid for my thoughts

I actually needed to think

what kind of thoughts 

was I being paid for

how many thoughts should I supply

who left the damned penny for my thoughts?

was it a blogger looking for conformation

that someone dropped by

was it a teacher?
wondering if I actually had thoughts
and would I be able to relate them

was it mother?
from so long ago
trying to console me

should I take the damned penny to prove I was there?

if I did and they didn’t get my thoughts

would I be a thief?

I suppose I would be a thief

 if I didn't leave

 some kind of thoughts

where would I put them...?

on the ground?

with the damned penny?

what if a car ran over them?
are smashed thoughts as good as
perfectly formed thoughts?

or what if  a dog peed on them?
are thoughts steeped in urine
as good as thoughts steeped in classical music?

or what if a homeless person came along?

and took both the damned penny 

and my damned thoughts

whose eyes would I avoid?

would they tell the world that

I am a liar and a thief?

would they tell the world

they bought my thoughts 

for a damned penny?

would they tell the world

 they got nothing in return

for the damned penny?

would they tell the world

I never left a damned thought

for the damned penny?

I’m sorry but this has become way to complex so

I have decided not to sell my thoughts

 for a damned penny